Yet, even so, she began with a lie: "When my mother died last year she
left me a little money. I thought it wise to spend it in getting this
house, and in settling down here." She said the words in a very low
voice, and as Miss Crofton said nothing for a moment, she added
timidly:--"I do hope that you think I did right? I know people think
it wrong to use capital, but the War has changed everything, including
money, and one simply can't get along at all without paying out sums
which before the War would have seemed dreadful."
"That's very true," said Miss Crofton finally.
Enid, feeling on sure ground now, went on: "Why, I had to pay a premium
of L200 for the lease of this little house. But I'm told I could get that
again--even after living for a year or two in it."
Miss Crofton began looking about her with a doubtful air: "I suppose you
mean to spend the winter here," she said musingly, "and then let the
house each summer?"
"Yes," said Enid, "that is my idea."
As a matter of fact, she had never thought of doing such a thing, though
she saw the point of it, now that it was put by her sister-in-law. She
hoped, however, that long before next summer her future would be settled
on most agreeable lines.
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